Exista posibilitati care se poate si posibilitati care nu se poate / There are possible possibilities and also impossible possibilities

O sa ma apuc de scris un roman prost, bazat pe viata pe care n-am trait-o, pe experientele pe care nu le-am avut, pe toate "what if-urile" din viata mea, poate, citindu-l ulterior, voi simti ca am trait mai intens. Cu putin noroc, va fi ecranizat de o echipa de actori cu viitor stralucit, intr-o limba de origine latina, iar casnicele vor potopi pamantul cu lacrimi uitandu-se in fiecare dupa-amiaza, cu o lingura de lemn in mana dreapta si stergandu-si secretiile nazale pe sortul de bucatarie. Si isi vor jura ca isi schimba viata, si vor uita pana la urmatoarea telenovela.

Sau, o sa incep, in sfarsit, sa fac bine in lume, sa imi aduc contributia, activa, la orice. Mi-am dorit mereu, insa mereu am avut cate o piedica, bine plasata, chiar de catre mine, in calea fericirii. Si astfel, voi deveni peste noapte salvatoarea planetei...

Sau, o sa ma imbrac chiar eu cu sortul de bucatarie, sa ma plasez strategic langa aragaz si sa incep sa invat ce n-am stiut niciodata: sa gatesc! Mirosul de ceapa calita imi va deveni cel mai bun prieten, va inlocui toate aromele din borcanelele multicolore pe care le tin aruncate prin toata casa. Si mama va fi mandra, ca ce gospodina este fie-sa!

Sau, o sa invat peste noapte tot ce e de stiut despre un blog, si intr-o luna o sa rup toate topurile, indrugand cretinatati pe o foaie de hartie virtuala. In zilele fara inspiratie, voi copia idei din versuri si voi cita din romanul inceput in primul paragraf.

Sau, sau, sau...

DAR!

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I'm going to start writing a bad novel, based on the life I didn't live, the experiences I didn't have, all the what ifs in my life, maybe, reading it afterwards, I'll feel like I lived more intensely. With any luck, it will be screened by a team of actors with bright futures, in a language of Latin origin, and the housewives will be choking the earth with tears as they watch it every afternoon, with a wooden spoon in their right hand and wiping their nasal secretions on the kitchen apron. And they'll swear they're changing their lives, and they'll forget until the next soap opera.

Or, I'll finally start doing good in the world, making my contribution, actively, to everything. I've always wanted to, but I've always had a well-placed, self-placed obstacle to happiness. And so, overnight, I become the savior of the planet...

Or, I'll dress myself in the kitchen apron, place myself strategically by the stove and start learning what I never knew: how to cook! The smell of the onion will become my best friend, it will replace all the aromas in the multicolored jars I keep lying around the house. And my mother will be proud, what a housewife daughter she has!

Or, I'll learn everything there is to know about blogging overnight, and in a month I'll be tearing up all the charts, writing nonsense on a virtual sheet of paper. On uninspired days, I'll copy ideas from the lyrics and quote from the novel I started in the first paragraph.

Or, or, or, or...

BUT!